To my shame, one of my ex-girlfriends had even called me a twink. I was only 5'7, and no matter how much I exercised or dieted I could never put on muscle. Meanwhile, I took more after my petite mother. Uncle Greg and Dad were both huge, over 6 feet, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Sitting down, with them looming over me, I was once again uncomfortably aware of the size difference between us. When I looked up, Dad and Uncle Greg were standing over me, looking at me with serious expressions. I guessed I would be sleeping on the couch. To my surprise, there was only one, king-sized bed. We checked ourselves in and then headed to our room. It didn't look too seedy, but I knew we could afford a better hotel than this. We seemed to have arrived at some kind of motel. "We're nearly there, Ben," Uncle Greg replied, meeting my eyes in the rear-view mirror. All I knew was that it was an important family tradition. My dad, uncle and I had been planning this trip for months but they wouldn't tell me any details. We had been in the car for nearly an hour. "Where are we going, Uncle Greg?" I asked curiously. Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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